Chapter 63
Author: Mel Hope
last update2025-08-09 23:59:32
"Elaine, stop being foolish!" Rose snapped.

"You just heard the truth—Antonio never even tried to save you. Accept it! It’s a blessing you divorced that useless man. Good riddance to bad rubbish!"

Elaine caught Kate’s gaze from across the small, busy hospital room.

Her mother’s voice felt too loud, and right now, Elaine just needed quiet and rest.

Rose’s voice was climbing again—sharp, accusing, and trembling with exhaustion.

Elaine, still propped up against her pillows, lifted her hand just slightly and made a tiny circling motion with her fingers toward Kate.

It was subtle, but Kate understood immediately—calm her down.

Kate stepped forward to meet Rose with a soft but steady voice.

“Ma… you’ve been on your feet for so long. Why don’t you sit for a moment? You’ll make yourself sick.”

Rose turned sharply.

“Sit? How can I sit when my daughter—” She broke off, pressing her lips together as if the rest of the words might tear her throat open.

Kate gave her a sym
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